Gian burst into horselaugh and declared, "If you drink with me I'll tell you what my decision is." He had read Lug's face since he entered. Although he was smiling yet there was a downed curve in the corner his lips.
While Lug was shocked gazing at him, the king reached out to the jar on the table beside his throne. The demon master would rather to die but never drink that sh*t! Not a sip, but the whole mug it was. He poured the greenish sloshy drink into two cupric mugs. Handed one to him. Lug tried to not show any tinge of disgust. Just held his breath and quaffed it in one sip.
Copper was bothering his hand. Demons didn't like this metal. Gian was aware of it and testing him this way proved him that he really needs his army. Lug was fulsome and cruel, but this ogre king was above all! Dark and full of grudge. This way of making him drink that slosh somehow was blowing out catharsis.
